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Chapter 10: Extra

To the Beach

I buried my hand with the soft sand and lift it up, shaking it off and restarting it again.

"Would you just be helpful?" Gokudera grumbled, stabbing his shovel into the sand violently as he tries to dig a hole. "Why am I paired up with you?"

"Oh, honey." I said. "It's fate." He cringed at me and I gave him a sweet smile.

We're currently at the beach. I tried to be open-minded how Ryohei just burst in my house, drag me out of my bed and proceed to handle me like a sack of potatoes while running to the nearest beach despite me just meeting the boxer just a few times before. He greeted me in great enthusiasm when he found out I'm friends with Tsuna and his sister.

I vaguely remembered that Ryohei can be quite shy or conservative maybe when it comes to women. But the thought was proved false, probably. When I asked him why, he just said that it's Master Pao Pao's training and that just said it all.

Kyoko and Haru were already there, shoving a pair of swimsuits into my hands and demanded me to change. Bianchi and Reborn are relaxing under the shade nearby while Tsuna and the lots went to get ice shavings.

When I got out of the changing room. Reborn declares to some Sandcastle Building competition and with a dramatic pause, he adds a vital, "Vongola Style."

And that's the moment I knew I'm in for a world of lunacy and madness.

Halfway through the competition, the insanity begins. Reborn's sandcastle starts shooting octopuses at other contestants and even tourists while Bianchi's out to shove her poison cooking down people's throat.

I see Tsuna cowering behind an enthusiastic Yamamoto who was batting away the eight-legged animal with incredible speed. Ryohei having an 'extreme' swim in the water while Kyoko and Haru are still building their sandcastles despite the chaos with Lambo and Ipin who arrived days ago.

I felt my brain go numb at the sheer stupidity and incredulity. Until Reborn appears before me. Looking down, I said.

"You're the type that goes around and destroy people's masterpiece aren't you?"

"What makes you think that?"

"You landed on mine." The baby is hips deep into my piece of art.

"How very observant."

"I am, I deserve an award." I shove my hands to my hips and straightened. Proud of my masterpiece despite there's a hitman standing in it.

"It looks like a decomposed baby elephant." Reborn pulled his feet out.

"It's a sea turtle."

"Why are you so bad at this?" Gokudera complained, sticking dynamites into his take of Atlantic. I pull them out and put them upside down so they won't get lit accidentally. Around these guys, anything can happen.

"Just because you two lack imagination doesn't mean you can belittle Turtlely." I've never built sandcastles before so I tried hard not to be intimidated by it. But I guess it shows in my work.

"Turtlely?" The bomber repeated.

"How original."

"You guys suck. Turtlely deserves the grand prize." I glared at the two.

"You're going to make the kids cry," Gokudera says.

"I hope I make you cry," I grumbled and stood up, slapping the sand out of my palms. "I'm going to treat myself to a shaved ice because I won and I'm ideal."

"Who the fuck wears a jacket to the beach?" Gokudera tugged the edge of my jacket and I pursed my lips. It's not like I want to, really. It's just that the black bruise on my back isn't going away anytime soon and I don't want people to ogle at it.

Although it's barely noticeable, but the small plant that sprouts from the suppose 'seed' is slowly growing, upwards, along my spine. I should be alarmed at the moment, but seems like there's nothing I could do, I decided to ignore it. That and everything in this world is weird. And it's not like I wanted a jacket either… it's the only thing I manage to grab before Ryohei haul my ass out of my room.

"My skin is allergic to the wind breeze." I whispered to the boy like it's a secret. The world around me is crazy, it's not too late to start now. Stopping in front of a group of children, I said. "Craziness is contagious kids, try to avoid those kinds of people." I pointed towards the gang and walk away.

Gokudera was right, I did make kids cry.

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Silence is golden

"Admit it, Hibari." I wheezed, dropping the huge box on to the floor. The prefect looks up from his reports.

"You actually like having the room blown up, don't you?" I accused and he narrowed his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't." Catching my breath, I fling my fingers towards the pile of boxes that almost takes up half of the room. "You obviously have more cupboards than one before." I remarked sarcastically. "What? Running out of places to hide a dead body?" The prefect is obviously taking advantage of the blast and catering the room to his tastes.

I manage to finish scraping and paint the walls in days' time because Kusakabe took pity on me and secretly help me when the prefect is out on his patrols. I was immensely grateful and worked twice as hard so that the teen wouldn't have to do much.

"Care to test that theory?" I look up to see Hibari's dangerous glint in time and I cleared my throat loudly.

"I-I'll just unpack these lovely...boxes now." I ignored the large crossed scribble of 'daggers' on the side of the box and just rip the tapes open.

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I just want you to stop

"Would you stop that?!" He yelled, a vein popping at the side of his temple.

"Stop what?" I feigned innocence and squirted water more onto the already soaked cigarette. I changed my aim and squirt a long shot of water into his box of cancer sticks.

"That's it!" He snapped, whipping out dynamites and I bolted down the streets, screaming. "You can't light those with a wet cigarette!"

"Try me!"

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A Bad Day

I woke up with a pounding headache, stubbed my toe with my table, the dark dark tattoo on my back isn't going away, kicked my own foot on the last few steps of the stairs and fell down. That's when I knew it's going to be a happy day. The smiley face turn upside down.

And oh was the day living up my expectations, some guy knocked an open bottle of orange juice and spilled on my right shoe, soaking my socks. I got called in every class to answer questions which is annoying. A girl borrowed my eraser and somehow it ended up being split in half. My bag fell onto the floor and my glass bottle cracked. My anger and irritation were filled to the brim. But it's only a serious of unfortunate events so I reasoned myself to calm down, lest making Tsuna worry again.

Rubbing the broken part of my leaking bottle, I glared up to the sky. 'Don't curse Shirl, don't. It'll only make it worse.' But I should have, because it got worse.

Going down the stairs, heading towards the cafeteria because I forgot to bring my food and refuse to eat Tsuna's because that boy needs nutrients more than me. A sharp whistle came from above and I look up, only to get a face full of dirty grey water. Drenching my being and my socks again. And I just got them changed...

Hysterical laughter rang out and I sighed, pushing down the irritation. Standing still to let the remaining water to drip off of me. Two girls walk down the stairs, still giggling from their prank. I slide them a side glance. 'First years, different class, names I don't bother to remember. Rotten personalities.' They were often seen among the mob of fangirls that surrounds Gokudera and Yamamoto whenever the chance arises and I immediately knew the reason for this.

Bullying is something new to me in this world. Back in my school days in the past life, bullying doesn't happen often but here, I hit the jackpot. Being around Tsuna has its' consequences. Students would pick on Tsuna and sometimes me too because of 'A friend of dame-Tsuna's is a dame too' or whatever bullshit that is.

A hand shoved me roughly into the wall and I blinked. Apparently the two bitches were talking and I was too lost in thought to listen. 'Even if I wasn't, I wouldn't anyway.'

"Are you listening?" The left one, plump and probably the leader seethed. "Get away from Gokudera-sama and Yamamoto-kun, you filthy bitch!" I rolled my eyes, 'This is too cliché.' "I'm filthy now because you did this."

"Well." The right one pushes her hands on her hips. "You deserved it." I glanced at her heavy make-up and asked, "What happened to you?" She lifts her overly drawn brows.

"Plastic surgery gone wrong and you decided to use a whole bag worth of make-up to cover it up? How the hell are you not caught but the disciplinary commit-" My head was turned to the side by force and banged against the wall behind as the girl slapped me, and gosh it hurts.

I'm not very grateful for the loud ringing in my mind from my head collision but it covered up the screams the girls were sprouting. I felt my suppressed anger tip over the scale.

But then one sentence just sets me off.

"You know." One of them tugged my hair. "You should have died when you fell, it would have saved us a lot of trouble."

My cold drenched body just burned. Drawing my fist back, I punched the plump one in the stomach and kicked the other to the rising stairs. The first one wheezes at the impact but got up almost immediately after that I'm impressed at the recovery, she swung a fist at me.

I grabbed it just in time to hear another girl shrieking in pain. To my surprise, Gokudera stood by the stairs twisting the other's arm, just enough to inflict pain. "What is this?" He demanded, a dark frown upon his lips.

Caught red-handed by one of their idols, both of the girls immediately sports an expression of horror. But what's done been done, determine to inflict something. The girl in my hand raises another hand again. She managed to smack the side of my temple.

And something just snaps.

"Sugarplum." I start, faking a pout. "I'm having a terribly bad day today and you're among the cause of it too, I'm just so sad." Lifting a finger, I trailed her cheek. "I've been holding in you see. But you decided to present yourself as something for me to vent on." Flashing her a sharp grin, I felt immense satisfaction when she flinched.

"You know, I've been wanting to try this." I cup her face with my hands, "the neck snapping thing. You know, like in the movies. They make it look so easy." I sharply twisted her head left and right. "You could be my experiment." She opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off.

"If I manage to snap your neck." I gave her head another twist to the left and whispered. "I'll tell everyone that you fell down the stairs, head first. I mean, everyone can break their neck that way right?"

Giving the other girl a look, I solemnly warned. "One word about this, and I'll-" Giving the girl's head in my hands another sharp twist and she winces. "Got that, sweetheart?" The other girl in Gokudera's grip just nodded frantically.

They bolted down the hall as soon as they were released. I heaved a sigh and squeeze the excess water in my hair. "Does Jyuudaime know about this?" The silver head asked. I tilted my head and pondered.

"My sadistic side? No. I'm just peachy." He scowled. "Not that." Looking at the boy, I smiled. "Yes, his bullies sometimes come after me too. But don't tell him what happened." The bomber snorted but didn't say anything.

I shrugged and glanced down my soaked uniform, the smell of dirty water prominent. "Shamal's out of school today." Gokudera suddenly said and I look at him in surprise. He turns away from my gaze and I grinned, cooing.

"You really do care. I feel so much better now," He whips his head back at me and yelled, "No, I don't!" and started to sprout a bunch of excuses. I simply laughed.

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Investment

"Oh!" A shriek came from the right and I look over to see a familiar blond kissing the ground, a woman standing beside as she fussed over him.

'Oh' I thought. 'Hibari's hubby is here.'

I watched from my seat outside the café as the blond reassured the lady that he was fine. But not too soon after, he kicked the leg of a nearby chair and fell face flat into my cake.

'Talk about having three left feet.' I mused to myself, flicking off a dollop of cream off my shirt. Rather than being pissed by the fact that my dessert got destroyed like a normal person, I was amazed by how the blond manage to trip on flat ground within seconds.

Dino immediately got up and apologise to me, bits and pieces of my remaining cake sliding down his face. My eyes widen.

'Woah…' I gaped, a sudden image of Hibari and Dino playing cream in the least innocent ways came to mind. I covered my mouth with my hand because there's probably a perverted grin on my face and invited the blond to sit down. The dumb blond actually did and I mentally cackled.

After simple introductions, I immediately delved. "Dino-san." He still hasn't wiped off the cake off his face and I'm all too happy to tell him not to. The Fujoshi corner in my brain churning at full speed.

"Do you know what D18 is?"

"D18?" He repeats and I grinned, leaning forward. "Yes. D18." I've introduced 8059 to Yamamoto and it's underway. I don't know who to ship Hibari with though, but I might as well start somewhere if I want to see some juicy yaoi scenes in the future. 'Might as well start now.'

The blond shook his head and I get myself comfortable in my chair, propping my elbows up. "Well Dino-san, D18 is something I decided to invest in. Let me tell you what it means and the pleasure it can bring you."

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Fuuta

I opened my mouth and the spring roll went into my mouth. Biting on it, I grabbed the floating food and squeezed a nearby chili sauce for more flavour. Rotating my body by kicking the wall, I push down a floating sofa so that I would fall onto it when Fuuta finishes his ranking.

The boy finally pops out from nowhere, being chased by Mafioso and saved by Tsuna. We're currently in the hospital because Tsuna got injured when Dino offered to teach him his whipping skills but ended up dropping his pet, Enzio, into a well.

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A Piece of the Past

The sun is still shining high in the sky outside, clunks of bats can be heard every now and then. Shouts and screams of club activities accompanied the quiet air between us.

Yamamoto went to help out with his baseball members with something while Tsuna got himself an extra class with our history-teacher for failing her class again, Gokudera got himself kicked out when he kept helping his boss with every question shot at him.

I paused in my mid essay and glanced across the table. Now the bomber is working on homework while grumbling under his breath, biting on a piece of pocky because I would snip off the lighted bulb every time he smokes.

I'm not particularly close to the storm guardian. We would chat and talk, yeah sure I got engaged in a lot of shits -Reborn's shits, Vongola style this Vongola style that Vongola style everything- with him and that immensely helped my relationship with him.

It's been awhile since he would sneer at the mere sight of me and now tolerates my teasing (kinda… well he doesn't throw dynamites at me anymore) and entertains every time I tried to start a conversation with him.

It's not that hard now, in fact it's simple and easy. But I couldn't help but feel that there's this gap between us. Wait no, let me rephrase that. There's this gap between him and everyone. That's he's holding back or throwing himself out there, to please his boss especially.

I know it's out of my place to stick my nose in but I can't just sit still and do nothing while the bomber tries to kill himself.

"Gokudera." I stood up, closing my book and stuffing my pen away. The silver head looks up mid-question and raised a brow. I stared back...

Okay, I should have thought this through, how the hell am I supposed to get him to follow me.

"Let's get some snacks?" I blurted. Gokudera shook the box of pocky I gave him, looking at me as if I'm an idiot.

I stared at the box in mute betrayal and reasoned, "It's open for a while now, I want...fresh ones...?" What the hell am I saying, what kind of retarded reasoning is that? I mentally cringed at myself. And it appears that the bomber is thinking the same thing as the look of wonder what kind of idiot I am appears on his face.

I cleared my throat in embarrassment and tried again. "Let's get Tsuna something, that idiot needs some brain food after being grilled for so long."

That seems to get him moving as he scribbled the final answer and slap the book close. He grumbled at the title I gave to Tsuna but I paid no mind.

"Let's go this way." I pointed down the hall and the other just frowned. "That's the opposite direction."

I shrugged, "I wanna stretch my legs."

Walking down the corridor, I kept my eyes out for the targeted room. Once it's in my sight, I instantly put my plans into action.

"You know, two years being here and I still don't know what this room is." I blurted, footsteps going a tad faster. The teen beside should know what it is as being an assassin, scouting the area is one of the most basic things to do.

The boy tensed in my peripheral vision and immediately protested, "Wait, what are you-"

I slammed the door open and faked a gasp. "It's a music room." Stealing a glance at the boy, I stepped inside. "Do you know how to play any instruments?"

The boy stayed silent and I know that I'm treading in dangerous waters, so I continued speaking. "I don't."

Slowly walking towards the piano in the middle, I waited a moment for any signs from the boy before lifting the fallboard.

"But I do know a bit of piano, my friend taught me how to cheat." That seem to snap a reaction from the boy as he frowned. "What?"

Positioning my fingers, I silently suck in a deep breath as painful memories and familiarity coursed my veins. I started to play.

"Do you know you can fake being good at piano?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, come! I'll teach you!"

I played for a while and ended the piece. Looking at the boy who has migrated near the piano to watch, I offered him a grin. "Was it good?"

Gokudera stared at my fingers blankly, as if dumbfounded, his lips quivered. "Well?" I asked again.

He looked at me for a moment, incredulity evident in his eyes and sneered. "You got it all wrong."

I burst out laughing and he looks taken aback at the reaction. "It is cheating, Gokudera. But you gotta admit, I almost got you there." I laugh again while he huffed, but the corners of his lips were quirked up, fingers softly touching the black surface of the piano.

For now, a small nudge will suffice.

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There will be chapters like these occasionally. So that to show that Shirley spends time with the lot and I remember there's a lot of insanity that happens before the plot starts to reveal itself. That and I'm too goddamn lazy to type out every interaction.

But basically, I'm indulging myself. There's a few of em so I put them up in a chapter since I have no idea where to put em. I realised most of em are between Shirl and Gokudera. I have no idea why OwO

I won't say that it's not important though, probably.

You guys can suggest ideas, what you want to happen between Shirl and the gang. I'll take them into consideration and maybe they'll appear in the next one.

To LetTheWorldHonorTheFallen: Shirley strives to do so :)

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To Ghostisreading: This chapter are basically interactions, but look forward to the next one!

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